From Riccardo's point of view, the maid left the coffee on the table while I was drying my hair. I haven't seen Cherish since the morning, but she departed as soon as we were finished.
Was she somewhere?
However, isn't it too soon?
As I was walking to get my coffee, I received a call. I simply need a few quiet minutes, yet it seems like I have too much on my plate.
I picked up the mug and answered the call. Fred murmured, "Good morning. Now pay close attention. Meeting at ten o'clock, followed by lunch. Arrive on time.
"I assume you think you are the boss...," I mocked. You ought to be aware that it works the other way around.
He said, "I don't care... I want to leave work early," and I heard him. I'll use every effort to make it happen."
I mocked him and sipped my coffee whi
